Happy Birthday to my younger son, Jesse! He’s 27 years old today (gulp).
…and happy talk like a pirate day to everybody else. Here’s hoping this will help you all get in the mood.
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Jesse’s head
I dislike seeing such negative dad stuff when i log in, so I give you…
Jesse’s head
So, my kid went camping in MD and one of the guys he was with was chopping wood — with a rock. Said kid got tired and asked Jess to finish chopping. So Jesse took hold of the rock and brought it down hard on the wood.
And the wood shattered and one of the shattered pieces struck him in the head.
So, here’s Jesse’s wounded head…
kids…
so, i got a call from my son jesse tonight. he said, “hey mama, guess where i’m calling from? I’m in LA!”
oooooookkkkkkkkaaaaayyyyy
we chat a bit, lightly passing over the fact that he hopped a plane and never told me. as he said, “i did you a favor so you wouldn’t worry.”
can we say, *career in politics or marketing?*
then he says, “i actually called for a reason.”
uh huh (i KNOW what’s coming).
“can you put $300 in my bank account? i’ll pay you back as soon as i get home.”
sure, kid. no problemo. let me get hold of brni, find out how much he has in his savings since i only have about 30 bucks in mine…and sure, i’ll rearrange things so that i can cover this thing, float that thing…no problem.
*sigh*
kids. can’t live with ’em. can’t shoot ’em.
but, ya gotta love ’em none the less.
Jesse’s birthday
My younger son, Jesse turned 25 years old on Tuesday, September 19. We got together on Wednesday to celebrate in our own low-key way. For his present, Jess wanted to be taken clothes shopping. Apparently, everything he owns has holes in revealing places and needs replacing. His uncle recommended the Nordstrom Rack in King of Prussia.
Neither Jesse nor I like shopping for anything, but we especially hate shopping at the mall, so we figured this store might be a way out of that. No such luck. The Rack is a great square warehouse-type place jammed with racks and racks of the most awful looking clothing I’ve ever seen. The colors were nauseating, the styles from somewhere deep in the well of bad taste and the stuff just looked dirty. Lennie had told Jess that you had to really look through the jammed racks to find anything decent, but we found that just too traumatizing. Maybe if you are the kind who loves both shopping and the thrill of finding a bargain in a tacky haystack of textiles, but not us.
So, appalled and broken, we headed to the mall. We went to Penney’s and grabbed a pair of jeans, 3 pairs of cargo pants, socks and underwear. We tried to find shirts of the long-sleeved tee variety, but they all had messages written on them in large letters and Jess dislikes wearing other people’s words. We got out of Penney’s for under $200 and figured we’d find shirts and one of those warm, fleecy jackets for Fall at EMS, but alas, EMS is no longer living at the mall. Fine store. I’ll miss it.
Arriving home, Jesse felt the need to wash the mall off, so he showered and changed into his new jeans. His food wish for his birthday was sushi and sake, so Brni and I took him to the Hana. Jesse downed 3 spicy crunchy tuna rolls on his own, plus some sashimi, miso soup and other fishy delights. The boy was hungry.
It is becoming a rare event, spending time with either of my children. Michael is in Japan for the next two years and though Jess only lives about 10 miles away, I hardly ever see or speak to him. I miss being a part of their lives and they of mine. But that is the way of things and there’s not much use in bemoaning what can’t be changed. Children grow up and parents blink back the years.
But, we had, I think, a lovely day.
Happy birthday, Jesse. Your mother loves you dearly.
wisdom
sitting in easy pose on the couch, laptop appropriately on the lap, putting off trudging upstairs to install oodles more memory in my mac (memory brni so sweetly bought for me. graci baby!).
jess had his impacted wisdom teeth removed today. he only had three. his surgeon told him to thank me for that. barely half an hour after the doctor took him he was done. they called me into the recovery cubby to sit with him for another half hour.
jess was stoned. definitely stoned. i was jealous. he saw me and said, “hey, mama! do i have holes in my head?” i told him he did and he said, “when are they going to take my teeth out?” i told him they already did. he was done. he said, “i’m done? heeeeyyyyy…they only took a second!”
he went on and on talking, laughing and philosophizing about teeth. he explained to me how he was only using 30% of his right, front tooth, 10% of his upper lip, 50% of his lower lip and 90% of his tongue, but 0% of his jaw to talk. he then decided that they should put a video camera in the recovery cubbies to tape people after surgery, “because 9 out of 10…no, 3 out of 20 people are really funny. they could tape them and then sell the tapes on the market and make a fortune!” i laughed so hard i wheezed. what my loved ones refer to as my “muttly laugh.”
finally, it was time to go.
and his temper turned.
he wanted to go to the gryphon for coffee. he didn’t care that he wasn’t allowed to drink coffee or talk a lot or that people might be put off by the guy with the gauze in his mouth dribbling blood-tinged saliva. i told him i couldn’t, in good conscience, drop him off at the gryphon but if he left to go there later, that was his choice.
he railed and ranted for several hours about leaving, etc. i managed to distract him with ibuprofen, vicadin, ice packs, yogurt w/molasses and a reiki session until the anesthesia and novocaine wore off. by 3:30 his was still loaded but at least not totally fucked up, so i took him to whole foods to buy soft foods and then drove him home.
my hands are empty. i hope he’s ok.
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